Shut up!
Down by the Nahe, a man saw a storm ruining his crops.
What did he do?
He took his gun, went to the door and fired up into the sky.
But as he fired, his gun was struck by lightning.
Right! If I were God...
...I wouldn't want people firing into my heaven.
I can depend on my cellar steps.
If they're a bit damp, there'll be rain.
If they're warm, we get a storm. This morning they were cold.
You and your steps! You sound as if you'd fallen down them.
That's the High Mass from Cologne cathedral.
Then we needn't have gone to church this morning.
The whole of Baldenau Castle is like a church.
Eduard, the volt meter.
Paul, the music was lovely.
We'll get it better...
...after I tune the aerial.
You're in the newspaper.
It says, "Even in the Hunsrück radio has arrived."
Here's something else.
"He who waves money about...
"...never had any before."
Have you heard...
...in Simmern, the girls are having their hair bobbed.
- Is that the latest fashion? - They have to follow every fashion.
What does that look like?
Is he back again?
Now he has his fingers in that jar of gherkins.
Will you stop that?
What?
Can't you hear, Pauline?
Pauline, your lung!
What we need today are really feminine women and masculine men.
Inwardly and outwardly.
Why don't you want any?
Glasisch had his scabby fingers in there.
No, I'm not eating that.
Alois, don't make a fuss. Eat some.
That's a distant radio.
This is RAVAG, Vienna.
Leo Slezak's...
...first wireless broadcast.
- Why do they say wireless? - Leave the wire alone.
Dear listeners...
...non-licence payers...
...everyone listening to wavelength 530.
Today I am singing on the wireless for the first time.
You have no idea how excited I am.
My first song will be "The Linden Tree"by Franz Schubert.
Now, everyone, a nice friendly face.
In the shade of the linden tree...
...I dreamed many a sweet dream.
How furious my father was...
...when Glasisch got beside him in the photograph.
I knew it, the valley and the castle...
...they're like a great dish...
...collecting the waves from space.
Sometimes, Paul...
You came back three years ago...
...but you still aren't at home here.
That's just what Apollonia told me.
You still think of Apollonia often; I've noticed that too.
Well, she speaks French now...
...goes shopping and can make French jokes in Normandy.
She didn't want to stay here with us.
Why have you never asked me how she is?
She's written to me; I'd know best.
She says it's a lovely country, France.
And they are the luckiest people in all Europe.
She wants to be remembered to you.
I still see her going through the village...
...with her black hair.
Always merry, such white teeth when she laughed.
She could look at you so affectionately.
We often talked about you, when she was still here.
You were the only one she thought anything of.
How they tormented her, even as a child in Dickenschied...
...because nobody knew her father they called her a gypsy...
...and blamed her for everything that happened in the village.
Yet she was so good-hearted...
...never wanted to let anyone see her crying.
And she loved you, Paul.
You're just like Apollonia.
You won't let anyone see what you feel.
Paul, once you promised me something.
What?
That you'd do something special.
That you'd be the only one and the first.
What are we doing here?
Maria, I think I love you.
Won't you be my wife?
Now a photograph of the rabbits. Hold them high.
We'll have a souvenir of them after they're eaten.
Pauline, I said you should bob your hair...
...then it won't get in a mess.
This is my sister Pauline. I told you about her.
That's a nice dress... Did you make it yourself?
Look, Schorsch, Julius.
The pictures from last Sunday.
I developed them.
They've come out well.
They are wonderful.
Good shot.
You should have been in Simmern last weekend. It was quite an event.
Julius and I had a great time.
That's a great photo.
Julius, look at the second row. That's us.
We read about it in Kreuznach, in the paper.
The French arrested the mayor...
...because he wouldn't show his identity card.
And I photographed it.
Not the actual event, but I was there a couple of hours later.
That's the house where they arrested him.
Rolled gold wedding rings in stock - very durable.
I can make wedding rings from your own gold.
He lives up there.
Pauline, I'll be back!
When I saw you outside...
...I thought I'd better bring you inside the shop...
...because there's a Jew living upstairs...
...who's said to be a Separatist.
They call him the slow worm.
There's still some in there. Keep still.
We have three of four Separatists in Simmern.
Each of them has five or six window panes.
Imagine all the breakages in the last three days.
The plates are in the bag. Careful, they're glass.
What's he put there?
That looks like blood poisoning to me.
We must make sure it doesn't go over the wrist.
Keep it in. It has to be as hot as you can bear...
...or we don't get the bacteria out.
I read on a calendar what bacteria get up to in the blood.
You must mind they don't go into the heart or the head.
You can't see them, but they've got to come out of the hand.
Keep it in there.
I can't throw them on the manure...
...or they'll go on the fields, then back to us.
Mother, what are you doing?
What have you got there?
Where can I tip something like this?
No, the hares are there.
I'll take them behind the house.
Mother, stop.
These are the bacteria from Pauline's hand.
Paul, where are you?
Maria, get out of my way.
Paul, get your wife to bed, she must lie down. I know.
She'll have a premature birth; dangerous in the eighth month.
Not in the house.
Pauline is there and I've spilt bacteria.
Go to Wiegand's.
Mother, be quiet.
I don't know what you want from me.
Does it hurt here?
Not there. It is the back of my head that hurts.
Why your head?
That was Pauline.
Will it be premature?
It's a good thing you're back, Mother.
I was in the house the whole time.
No, I saw you in the slate quarry...
...and a cold wind was blowing out of the cave...
...and I waited so long for you...
...and above me Eduard was sitting in the woods...
...holding a lump of gold in his hands.
Eduard's in Alzey, in prison.
A lump of gold.
He must be lost.
Eduard, your lung!
- Talk German. - He doesn't know German.
To think...
...you're Ralf Windhäuser and you're from America.
In Argenthal, there's another Windhäuser...
His name's Rudolf.
In my grandfather's time, people emigrated to Brazil.
Nowadays, they're called Emilio, Francisco...
...Roberto and Margrinia.
Like margarine!
If you won't believe it, go up to the loft...
...and get the letter from Leopold Simon, from the Matto Grosso.
But that's Brazilian.
The American airman won't understand it.
I understand everything.
If you need more...
...we can get anything with dollars in Bernkastel.
Now, Herr Windhäuser, you can go to bed without any worry.
- Airmen are the real heroes. - You are right.
Good morning, Mister Paul. Sleep well?
He sat up all night in the loft...
...listening to the wireless.
Just imagine, Mathias...
...he picked up London.
A wireless fanatic?
- How terrible he looks. - That will pass.
Come with me for a fly-round over the village.
- Get a bit of fresh air. - Me? A fly-round?
Yesterday he arrived, out of petrol.
So me and my friends went to Bernkastel and bought petrol.
It's not easy to get that much petrol in Germany.
Now some of it is in there and the engine's up there.
Here's a special lever...
...where you can let the petrol out in an emergency.
The propeller is special, too...
...a Gypsy-Major.
We'll fly up there in the ether.
See the world from above, better than a king.
Paul, I'm afraid.
Are you flying with him?
He's letting me, Eduard.
I'd like to fly, too.
Later.
Children, move out of the way.
Land! I want to get out, I want to get down.
I want to see that woman! Go down!
I've found out something.
Father. Paul. I must tell you something.
First sit down.
I know where there's gold here.
You're light-headed. Have something to eat.
We have places named Ducat Brook. Gold Brook, Silver Lake...
...and I know the reason.
Up at the tower...
...there were cars from the Geological lnstitute in Bonn.
I helped them mend their punctures.
They had geological samples...
...lumps of copper and iron ore...
...and on one box was written...
..."Gold. Monzelfeld.
"...200mg per 10 tons, 15th June, 1927."
And other boxes...
...where they'd found gold in Stromberg and Kempfeld.
The district's full of gold and nobody knows.
Yet Gold Brook's been called that for 1,000 years...
...because gold is in it.
A few years back, I read something like that in the paper.
See, Paul, didn't I say so?
And you found all this out.
Dammit! On the back of the car it said...
...Geological lnstitute of Bonn University.
That's official proof.
Now eat something.
Paul, we must go to Monzelfeld.
I'm not going. I'm not making a fool of myself.
Here's a fat slice of bread and butter.
That's gold for your lung.
We'll be making a mistake if we don't go to Monzelfeld.
Eat, or you'll spit blood again...
...like you did in the Alzey prison.
How worried we were about you then.
The district's full of gold...
...and nobody knows.
Shouldn't you go back to your observation post?
We don't want word of this to go around.
Otherwise there'll be a whole town here.
Something's glittering in there.
It glitters like the lumps in the engineer's boxes.
With a leaf shutter - and how small it is.
- With my gold... - Shut up!
I'll buy six pairs of shoes...
...pigskin, leather, calfskin, yellow and black.
Come over here.
Here's a musquash and kid coat.
Here's a Russian squirrel and marmot coat for 475 marks.
- The most expensive on show. - Unbelieveable...
What do you think of a molerab coat?
That must be a cross between a mole and a rabbit.
With that you'll get round any woman.
My sister Pauline.
What are you all doing here?
No so loud! Is Robert home?
He won't be back from Koblenz until tonight.
- What are you up to? - We can't tell you.
We'll call back later.
They are having a good time.
Let's go in.
- That's not our sort of thing. - Oh, come on.
Well, are we going in?
We can't go in there with our dirty clothes.
From today, we can go in anywhere, however we look.
Of course, we're going in.
You needn't fear your wife will see you.
I'm not going in.
- Not dirty as I am. - Oh, let's go in.
- What do you want? - Two entrance tickets.
Not if you look like this.
Four tickets then.
Even if you buy five tickets, you're not coming in.
- Stop! - We're only looking.
- Ten entrance tickets. - No.
They'll be richer when they come out.
- Why? - They'll have pearls in their hair.
Now we'll go to my brother-in-law...
...to see if we've 100% or only 18 carat.
Want to pawn your wedding ring?
I needn't touch my capital for a long time.
Eduard, you're so strange. What is it?
What's this?
We've got more.
It's not 18 carat. lt's going black.
It's not 14 carat, either.
I'll test it for 8 carat.
It may look golden...
...it is probably cupric oxide.
That might contain gold.
You can hardly see it.
Someone with a gold tooth probably bit the stone.
Grub up!
Make sure you bring Frau Molz the new Singer sewing machine.
And Frau Weckmüller would like two dozen needles.
I must collect goods from Kirchberg station.
But don't dig around in streams for gold.
Nobody got rich that way.
Leave it to me. It's all under control.
There's a woman lying in the wood back there.
She's dead.
Paul, what did you see?
A woman's lying there, dead.
Never seen her before. She's not from our district.
She's not from around here.
- She's got nothing on. - Not even a ring.
We can't leave her lying there.
Who knows what did it?
We won't touch her.
The best thing is to get Stallkäth from the village.
Paul, you go.
- She's not been dead long. - Looks as if she's still alive.
Looks as though it happened this morning.
Just when we were working.
Where is she from?
- She's no German. - Might be a Jewess. lt's possible.
Maybe it was an indecent assault.
Or sex murder. Like Haarman.
There's no wound.
Maybe she was ill.
Then she wouldn't be naked.
Let's try to find her clothes.
- Good idea. - Let's go.
We won't touch them if we find them.
Why are children here? This isn't a fair to gawp at.
Keep away from her. Come out.
It's your father-in-law's barn. Can we leave her there?
We can.
I'll call Wiegand.
I found a tiny hole at the back of her head.
It wasn't an illness at all.
Someone must stay; better you, Paul.
Didn't you think of calling the police?
You dump a corpse in my barn.
So I come under suspicion, damn it!
My barn, but I've nothing to do with the corpse.
I didn't order the corpse to be moved from where it was found, either.
Who are you?
My son-in-law. He was working with the others and he found her.
Come with me to the car.
We'll make a report.
26th May, 1928.
About 1 p.m.
You don't need me any more. So I'll ride home.
Where were you on the 26th May, about noon?
My son has nothing to do with the corpse.
I asked your son. Where were you, then, on that day?
Look at the Socialists and their police.
They don't question the vital person.
- Who's that? - Find out for yourselves.
Check the Party books, you'll get him.
Six days ago, we had the Reichstag elections.
Of our 120 voters, 74 voted Centre...
...26 voted National and 6 Liberal.
Still they couldn't stop the slide to the Left.
We've got just two Socialists...
...and as one was in hospital in Simmern...
...that leaves the one he means.
Call your dogs off!
Yours first.
They are interested in the other party's dogs.
My dogs are non-party.
They're used to different smells.
Where do you keep your dogs?
They smell. My dogs smell what they smell.
Our dogs don't smell. I refute that.
They do. You can smell what they smell.
What was that?
Paul, someone's in the house.
I'll go and see.
For days I've felt there's someone here.
Don't wake Ernst up. Sleep.
You rogue!
That pine marten even got into the loft.
I threw my stick at him and he went...
...leaving his mark.
That's what a marten's shit looks like.
I'll make a trap for it tomorrow in the forge.
I'll go and quieten the animals.
That wicked marten, he's killed our three best hens.
Bit them to death.
It's disgraceful.
He killed our best three hens.
The marten!
But we will get him.
Such a shame!
We can't eat them or use the feathers either.
The three best white Leghorns.
Anton, come here.
- What's wrong? - Why?
- Where are you going? - To get a beer.
- There's the cover. - lt'll be repaired by next week.
Paul, where are you going?
Marie-Goot was at Wiegand's for coffee...
...and she buttered her bread so thick...
...Wiegand's eyes almost popped out.
But Marie-Goot wasn't put out...
...saying, "Nice soft cheese you've got".
So Wiegand got angry and said...
"...Soft cheese be damned...
"...you're eating the butter."
Haven't you seen him?
But we really haven't seen him.
You must have. He went for a beer and he must have passed your house.
I still wouldn't know where he's gone.
Mäthes-Pat said he went across your meadow.
Come, Maria. Sit down.
The police are looking everywhere for him.
Sit down. They're sure to find him.
Nobody wished him harm.
He had no enemies.
No, he really didn't have enemys.
Such a good chap.
He never harmed anyone.
Impossible.
The door will open...
...and Paul will be back.
I heard there's an exhibition in Mannheim...
...about shortwave wireless, radio spares and so on.
Isn't it possible that Paul might have gone there?
No, Marie-Goot.
That can't be.
Well, why not?
THE CALL OF FARAWAY PLACES